I’m sure I’m forgetting something
I leave for New Mexico on Saturday morning. Thanks to a fortuitously timed sinus infection and accompanying dose of prednisone, my house is very clean and well organized, eliminating one of the things I traditionally freak out about before a trip.
Tomorrow I run some errands, pack my suitcase, drop the Vespa off for it’s drive train rebuild, and do not assume that I even really know what that means, and then Mr Pretty takes me to the airport at a surprisingly reasonable hour on Saturday.
I’ll be gone for a week, but I’m leaving giant robots in charge of my house, so if you are thinking of breaking in, well, why would you? Unless you traffic in evil geriatric cats, it won’t gain you anything.
- NO MORE TALK ABOUT POTATOES! MORE TALK ABOUT POTATOES!
- DESTROYER OF WORLDS
- I really have no patience most of the time.